01-30-2015, 10:01 AM
It was an amusing sight to watch as the machinations of a politician’s brain worked in response to his presence. Damien listened with intent interest that shone in his pleasant smile. His eyes did not rise sceptically at the profession that she paid little attention to matters in Mexico. A poor decision if it were true and he would believe it of his former compatriots who barely looked beyond their own state border. Texans should have learned by now but who had ever accused them of being quick studies?
His smile did twitch wider at her depreciation as ‘just another man’ which only broadened when the issue of democratic election was brought up. The great Republic had strayed far from its democratic principle. Candidates were run through red tape and technicalities before reaching the public domain. When it came time to vote the options were controlled by their benefactors and the political parties only offered the illusion of real choice for the voter. Damien had stripped the illusion from Mexico’s eyes. The people supported him in their actions, not a piece of paper. His detractors would do the same. It was a subject he had pondered for some time in San Quentin. The purest democracy could be found in war. Civil war most of all. The people would choose their fate; Damien would facilitate it in one way or another.
It was Thrice’s final comments that finally drew a reaction from him. His eyes danced as he leaned back on the desk Camila sat at. He was careful not to obscure her view, choosing the corner that did not lie between the two women. “I would not touch that cesspool of corruption if it were served to me on a platter,”
he is languid laugh was at odds with the contempt of his words. “Let another fool try their luck taming the last free bastion of the ‘West’, I want no part of it.”
Damien’s attention shifted to Camila and gave a short nod to signal that she would put her hard won intelligence to use. “Thank you for indulging me, Ms Thrice. I have no further questions for you. I do have a piece of advice.”
He tapped a finger on the hard wood. “I would take care to watch your borders more closely if you intend to lead Texas to prosperity.”
He sprung from his resting position to take Thrice’s hand in his own firm grip. “It was a pleasure. Camila is the one on official business, I would not want to delay that any further. Unless you have a question of your own? It would only be fair if I were to answer in kind.”
His smile did twitch wider at her depreciation as ‘just another man’ which only broadened when the issue of democratic election was brought up. The great Republic had strayed far from its democratic principle. Candidates were run through red tape and technicalities before reaching the public domain. When it came time to vote the options were controlled by their benefactors and the political parties only offered the illusion of real choice for the voter. Damien had stripped the illusion from Mexico’s eyes. The people supported him in their actions, not a piece of paper. His detractors would do the same. It was a subject he had pondered for some time in San Quentin. The purest democracy could be found in war. Civil war most of all. The people would choose their fate; Damien would facilitate it in one way or another.
It was Thrice’s final comments that finally drew a reaction from him. His eyes danced as he leaned back on the desk Camila sat at. He was careful not to obscure her view, choosing the corner that did not lie between the two women. “I would not touch that cesspool of corruption if it were served to me on a platter,”
he is languid laugh was at odds with the contempt of his words. “Let another fool try their luck taming the last free bastion of the ‘West’, I want no part of it.”
Damien’s attention shifted to Camila and gave a short nod to signal that she would put her hard won intelligence to use. “Thank you for indulging me, Ms Thrice. I have no further questions for you. I do have a piece of advice.”
He tapped a finger on the hard wood. “I would take care to watch your borders more closely if you intend to lead Texas to prosperity.”
He sprung from his resting position to take Thrice’s hand in his own firm grip. “It was a pleasure. Camila is the one on official business, I would not want to delay that any further. Unless you have a question of your own? It would only be fair if I were to answer in kind.”